It was midsummer, the
hottest time of the year, and they were the only two of the rookies
who didn't have anything to do at the moment; Naruto, because one of
his team members went AWOL and the other was training with the
Hokage, and Shikamaru, because he was a chuunin now and didn't have
any missions awaiting him. Naruto had found him cloud gazing, and
being the ever-so-thoughtful person he was, offered to go get ice
cream and cool off.

Due to this, Shikamaru
found himself sitting at the top of the Hokage Monument for the
breeze with Naruto, an ice cream cone in each of their hands. His was
vanilla; A simple flavor, easy to find a storage of, not pricy, good
tasting. Naruto's, however, was a mix; The cone was filled with mint
chip, then a scoop of an odd coffee flavored ice cream that had
swirls of caramel laced throughout it was on top. He wouldn't admit
it, of course, but that upper scoop looked particularly tasteful.

Blinking, he looked down,
idly spreading his legs further apart just before some of the melted
ice cream impacted the spot his leg had occupied. "Oh," he
replied quietly. He wasn't about to admit that he'd been so focused
in the pure art of the way the blonde licked his ice cream to
pay attention to his own treat. Shrugging absently, he began eating
his treat again, not minding as a small pool of melted ice cream
slowly gathered by his knee.

Finishing his cone, he lay
back, making sure not to slide his leg into the mess. One of his
hands was under his head, but the other was hovering above the ground
to the right of him, dripping every once in a while although most of
it was just a sticky coating on his hand. He closed his eyes, leaving
his hand in the air, only to have his eyes snap right back open when
he felt Naruto lean over him. "Wh-what are you---!?"

An odd grin on his face,
Naruto grabbed his hand and pulled it closer to him, and Shikamaru
had the reward of watching -feeling- him lick all the ice
cream off his hand. It was like his tounge was a long, sensual,
dancing snake. It wrapped around each of his fingers, running over
the skin repeatedly in an effort to make sure that not a drop of
vanilla was left. Like a puppet, he allowed him to lift his hand and
move it around as he trailed his tounge from his wrist to his palm,
reaching the center only to spiral out in a barely visible sheen of
saliva to replace the sweet substance that had been there moments
before.

'Holy sh---' His
mind froze when Naruto began sucking on his fingers, one. By. One.
Until there was absolutely no trace of the ice cream left. 'Oh my
dear sweet Kami-sama.' He had to hold in a groan when the
whiskered boy released his hand with a bright grin, and as he looked
from Naruto, to his drying hand, and back again, he thought, 'I
think I want more ice cream.'